Honeyed Pasture one false prayer wielding blasphemy

Pushed further and further by one another, he had decided he had enough. It culminated in a snarl so full of rage that he lashed out in her direction. His body moved in an almost unnatural lurch forward to bowl her aside—his head down, his shoulder jutting out to catch her off guard—to rein her into her place. But Solpallur had no desire in teaching her a perceived place—he wanted her gone from his sight. His intent to drive her off would fail, however, and in spite of better attempts he should have known she would prove to be an immovable force of her own.

rolled a 1 for a fail, feel free to disregard if you're not a fan of die rolls

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